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I see myself floating face down in the water, while the members of the Anguis stand around my corpse sipping champagne.
But there’s enough fight left in my bones that I twist my body and scratch at my assailant’s arms, which only rocks my clit against the fingers holding me tight.
When spots blur the edge of my vision, we breach the surface; the rough hand covering my mouth and nose finally decides to let go.
Sweet, warm air rushes into my oxygen-starved lungs while I hack up a chestful of pool water. It runs out my nose and splutters from my mouth, mixed with saliva. Somehow, I’ve thrashed my way toward the edge closest to the steps. Desperate fingers search for the tiled lip to heave myself halfway to safety as I cough and gag.
I’ve barely had time to catch my breath before powerful fingers grab my jaw and pull me back down into the water.
This can’t be happening.
Only this time, instead of being sunk to the bottom like a stone in a lake, my body is forced to twist around.
Demanding lips seal over mine, stealing my ragged breath and claiming me in a punishing kiss.
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My Viking takes command, kissing me like he’s never going to permit me to draw breath again.
He’s feral and desperate, and this is the rawest side to him I’ve witnessed.
There’s every chance I’m kissing back someone who has just put countless bodies in the ground. But this man is giving me no choice in the matter; he keeps our mouths pressed together as his tongue slides over mine. The sheer terror from moments before writhes and transforms into a dragon inside me, winding a coiled tail around my insides and breathing fire through my limbs to scorch away any lingering fear.
Ky turns me into a savage beast. One who starts scratching at him, my nails dig themselves into his wet skin, leaving long trails of reddened welts and hopefully drawing blood in the process. I’m desperate to chase his touch and match his wild intent as I hook my legs around his waist and bite down on his lower lip.
There’s a venomous noise that comes out of him, the kind of intoxicating sound I drink down. As he nips me right back, his fingers sink into the softness of my hips, holding me so tight I hope to god there are bruises painting my skin in the morning.
“Fuck.” I dig my claws into his scalp. “You.” I hiss while pulling his head back. Tangling my fingers in his hair. He fights me every inch, keeping those glowing forest-colored eyes on me.
“Miss me, sweet thing?”
“You tried to kill me, you psycho.”
“Fuck yes, give me that fire.” He nips at the edges of my lips, then runs his tongue over the sting. “Haven’t thought of anything but fucking this needy cunt again.”
God. The mouth on this man.
Ky hums and nudges his nose against mine. “Having you fight me makes for the sweetest flavor of dripping wet pussy.”
He dives back in, leaving me no time to focus. Slanting our mouths together, and this time, every seductive moment is clear, and I’m almost certain he breaks my brain like the cocky asshole he is. Ky moves slower, but no less intensely or roughly. Everything from the scrape of his beard, to the skill of his tongue, to the nip of his teeth tugging on my bottom lip.
Well, holy shit. If I didn’t already know this man could kill me, I think he might just be trying. My body aches for him right down to the heart of my bones.
“I didn’t think you would ever kiss me.” I pull back, panting against his mouth. My fingers cling to the nape of his neck. There’s a slight desperation in the way I dig in and hold him tighter, tangling my hands in his hair. While I’m certainly not ready to admit it out loud, I don’t want him to ever stop putting his mouth on me.
“Things were a bit rushed the other night.” He brushes his lips and stubble along my jaw. “If I’d known that was the first time I’d get to taste you, I might have done things differently.” When he draws back to look at me, his eyes gleam, filled with golden flecks and wicked thoughts. “Or maybe not. It was hot as fuck.”
“Oh, yeah?” Well, I’m needy as fuck right now, unashamedly grinding my pussy against his torso. Ky walks us slowly through the pool, and the sensation of water as it glides over my exposed skin is so delicious I could melt on the spot.
“Mmm, Christ, the flavor of your cunt tastes like mine.”
Oh, god. He’s definitely trying to kill me.
His big hands knead my ass, crushing my body against his own. I get the impression he’s running from whatever devil has consumed them during the days they’ve been gone.
For a moment, I wonder if the others are back too. My brain stalls as I consider whether they’re inside right now, watching our every move through the endless vista of glass surrounding this courtyard.
That seed of an idea turns me on even more.
